Date: Thu, 07 Oct 1999 14:54:50 PDT
From: Chip Dyp <chipdyp@hotmail.com>
Subject: Room For The Night

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Room For the Night      
by:  Chip Dyp  (chipdyp@hotmail.com)

        Fuck, I could already tell this was going to be another one of
those tediously long and frustrating nights.  I sat at the front desk of
the motel where I worked, cursing the girls in the restaurant for totally
screwing up the tills.  Nothing was adding up.  To make things even worse,
the GM had left a pile of papers he wanted me to go through and fix up.  If
he had checked the papers as they came in, instead of leaving it to the
last minute, we wouldn't have a problem.

        Not for the first time, I sighed and swore to myself that when I
got up the next day I was going to go job hunting for something with less
aggravation.  I knew that I wouldn't really leave my job.  I'd go home,
cuddle up with my boyfriend Ethan and he'd help me forget about all of my
troubles at work.  Or maybe he wouldn't.  Ethan had been pissed off at me
ever since I told him he could stand to lose about 10 pounds.  It wasn't my
fault he asked if he had gained weight.  Don't ask the question if you
don't want the answer.

        What should have taken about 45 minutes ended up taking 3 hours,
but I was finally done balancing the restaurant receipts.  I was about to
turn my attention to the pile of papers the GM had left when I heard the
lobby doors open.  Great, that's just what I need, another fucking guest.
 
        When I looked up I found myself staring at a timid but beautiful
young man.  I smiled for the first time since I'd arrived at work, and
walked up to the desk.  "How can I help you, sir?"

        "Um, how much are your rooms?"

        "With the taxes they are $41.81."

        "Do you have anything cheaper?" The young man looked at me with
puppy dog eyes.

        "I'm afraid not, sir."  The young man's eyes dropped.  He appeared
so tired standing there.  I felt sorry for him, but if I gave him a cheaper
room, the manager would have my ass.

        "Would you let me stay the night in trade for something?" He
sighed. "I'm so tired, I've been driving all night."

        I thought for a few seconds.  A plan was beginning to form.  I knew
I could comp him a room and bury it with paperwork with no problems, but I
let that thought slip from my mind.  "I'm afraid not, sir.  Management
insists on cash or credit cards for rooms."

        "Could I trade with you?"  The young man looked like he was on the
verge of tears.  If I was careful, I could have just about anything I
wanted and no one would be the wiser.

        "I don't think you have anything that I'd want, except for..." I
cast my hook and was rewarded.

        "Except for what?"  The boy interrupted quickly.  He really was
quite desperate, I thought as a thin smile formed on my lips.

        "I'm putting my ass on the line here to give you a room for free.
It's only fair that I get yours for taking such a risk.  Your ass, that is.
I want to fuck you."

        "No way, man.  I'm not gay, and I'm not into that shit."

        "Well then, have a good night."

        I turned around and started working on my paperwork while the young
man stood at the desk.  Sexually frustrated over a comment about weight,
and in desperate need of something to cheer me up, I wasn't about to
negotiate.  As I started writing out one of the daily reports, I heard the
young man clear his throat.  Turning back, I looked up at him.  "Yes?"

        "You promise you won't hurt me?"

        "I won't hurt you.  All I'm looking for is a little tension release
for myself.  Who knows, you may even like it."

        The boy nodded his head and put his backpack on the counter.  I got
up and locked the door to the lobby before ushering him into the back
office.

        "So, what's your name kid?"

        "Zach."

        "How old are you Zach?"

        "Twenty."

        "Excellent.  Take off your clothes, I'll be right back."  I walked
out of the room, stopping only to take a quick look at Zach.  He was about
six feet tall, with very short red hair.  He didn't have any of the
freckles that redheads usually have, so I figured he had dyed his hair.  He
had big brown eyes, and just a light dusting of facial hair.  I hummed to
myself as I walked out to the front desk and grabbed a box of condoms and a
tube of lube from the display case.  I quickly rang them into the till,
taking my change from a ten out of the drawer.  I whistled to myself.  I
was gonna get me some tail.

        As I walked into the office, I stopped and took a long, hard look
at a naked Zach.  He was in pretty good shape.  His cock was soft and
hanging over his hairless scrotum.  I reached out and gently squeezed the
two orbs, and he let out a low moan.  I smiled to myself.  This was gonna
be fun.

        "Turn around Zach, and put your hands on the desk."

        Zach did as he was told, and leaned over the desk.  I kneeled down
and rubbed my finger across his rosebud.  He moaned and pushed back as it
winked at me.  There was no way this boy was a virgin.

        "Zach, have you ever had anal sex?"

        "No," He replied timidly.

        "Zach, I think you are lying to me.  If you are lying to me, then
the deal is off."

        Zach bowed his head.  "I'm not a virgin.  My boyfriend has made
love to me a bunch of times."

        "You've got a boyfriend?"

        "Yeah," Zach said as he looked back at me, "How about you?"

        "Yeah, but he's pissed off because of something I said.  We haven't
been together in a while."

        "I'm sure he'll get over it."

        "Yeah, but if I have sex with you, I'll feel guilty about cheating
on him."

        "Are we still going to make the trade?

        I paused for a second, and then nodded my head to no one in
particular.  "Yeah, I'll let you have a room" I said. I thought for a
second before I continued. "If you're really good, I'll even give you a
coupon for $10 off in the restaurant."

        Zach looked back at me and smiled.  "I'll try not to disappoint
you" He wiggled his hips.

        I closed the office door and unbuckled my belt.  My fingers slipped
behind the fold of fabric holding the button on and twisted it.  My pants
slid down my legs, and my erection snapped up.  I reached down and gently
stroked my cotton covered cock.  I pulled down my underwear, and let my
cock rest between Zach's butt cheeks.  Zach giggled and tried to squeeze my
cock in between his cheeks.

        I backed away and opened the tube of KY jelly.  I squeezed some
onto my finger and rubbed it against Zach's quivering hole.  He was an
eager young fuck.  I pushed my finger in and swirled it around, trying my
best to coat his insides.  Zach groaned and pushed back, trying to bury
even more of my finger deep inside him.  I pulled my finger out and wiped
it on a kleenex.  I opened the box of condoms and rolled one onto my erect,
leaking member, taking my time to ensure that the sex I was about to have
would be safe sex.  I rubbed a little KY onto the exterior of the condom,
and then moved into position.

        "Ready?"  I asked as I wrapped my arms around Zach's slim waist.

        Zach grunted. I lined up with the hole and buried my cock in one
quick motion.  Zach straightened up as my cock bottomed out in his
well-used hole and let out a little whimper.  I felt his muscle clamp and
release as it adjusted to me.  "Just like your boyfriend?"  I asked
jokingly as I held onto him tightly.

        Zach shook his head and tried to steady himself.  "No, he's usually
a lot more gentle."

        "Did I hurt you?"  I asked with concern.  I didn't want to hurt
Zach, just have sex with him.

        "No, I'm fine.  I kinda liked that all at once motion.  I'd ask you
to teach it to my boyfriend, but I doubt he'd be interested."

        I smiled and took hold of Zach's hips.  "Are you ready?"

        "Yeah, let's get it over with."

        I pulled out, until only the latex covered head of my cock was
still in Zach, and then slammed my cock back into him.  Zach groaned as my
balls slapped his from behind, and I pulled back out again.  I toned down
my strokes.  There was no need to fuck Zach as hard as I could.  I might as
well slow down and enjoy this.

        I fucked Zach for the next fifteen minutes at a nice steady pace.
Zach's breathing had quickened and he was breathing heavily.  I knew he was
having a good time.  I thrust my cock as deep as I could into Zach and then
stopped.  I reached around Zach's body and took hold of his cock.  I
stroked it for a few seconds until Zach let out a loud moan and blew his
load all over the assistant manager's desk.  I continued my assault on his
prostate from the inside.  Zach was humping back in time with my strokes
and his sphincter was clamping down as I fucked his tight ass.  I knew it
wouldn't be long.  I grabbed his hips and fucked him as hard as I could,
again and again until I blew my load into the condom.  I rested for a few
seconds, and then pulled out.  I took hold of Zach's shoulder and rolled
him over on the desk.  I was ready for another round and this time I wanted
to look him in the eyes as I worked his ass over.

        Zach's eyes were closed as his right hand tugged on his cock, and
his left was played with his right nipple.  Roughly, I lifted his legs,
resting his ankles on my shoulders before I rammed my still hard cock deep
inside him.  Zach let out a loud scream as I penetrated him the second time
and continued working his cock and his nipple.  I leaned forward and put
all my weight behind my thrusts, desperately trying to blow another load.
Zach began moaning and lifted his hips off the desk in preparation for his
second orgasm.  Like a tidal wave, all my energy poured through body and
into my cock and balls where it exploded into the condom in an orgasm to
end all orgasms.  Zach let loose with his own orgasm and then there was
silence except for our heavy breathing.

        Ethan opened his eyes and looked at me for a second and then gave
me a kiss.  "Hey baby, having a hard night?"

        "Yeah, how did ya know?"

        "My mom said that there were a lot of mistakes in the restaurant
because management was trying to be helpful."

        "Ah, well then I better not blame the girls when they come to work
in the morning."

        "That's right.  You know, I'm gonna have to come see you at work
more often.  This is the best sex we've ever had."

        "Yeah, it wasn't bad," I said as I nodded my head.  "I thought that
I had hurt you there for a second."

        "It hurt a bit, but I knew that it would soon feel all better."

        I leaned forward and kissed Ethan on the nose.  "I'm sorry that I
told you that you needed to lose a couple pounds.  You're still really
beautiful."

        "Actually, I came to apologize to you Nick.  You're right, I need
to lose a few pounds, but so do you.  All that turkey we ate at your
mom's."

        "Yeah, I know I could stand to lose a few pounds.  A little dieting
will help us both get back into shape."

        "Sex can't hurt either," Ethan said as he rubbed his knuckles
against my chest and my belly.  "But I guess I should get going.  I've got
to work tomorrow morning at noon."

        I kissed Ethan and the let him sit up.  "Thanks for coming to see
me, babe.  It meant a lot."

        Ethan skinned the condom off my now soft cock and tied a knot in
the end.  "I'll go flush this and clean up in the back."

        "'Kay," I said as I pulled up my briefs.  I pulled up my pants and
did up my belt before lighting a smoke.  Ethan came back from the bathroom
fully dressed, with a wet rag.  He wiped off the assistant manager's desk
and then tossed the rag in the garbage.

        I kissed Ethan once more and told him that I would see him later,
when I got home from work.  I watched as he walked out the door of the
hotel a little more bowlegged than when he arrived.  I turned back to my
papers and continued working.

End.
June 1999
2352 Words